Thank you for summer
and the loose-jointed way I walk when it’s hot
I know it’s not becoming
Thanks for the cat
pressing his paw over ants in the patio cracks
the former me would stop him
Thanks for the way I slept last night
deep and long, uncaring
and thank you for the fire we’ll build tonight
it will singe moths and mosquitoes
This world is your doing
and finally I will not apologize
for letting it be done.
~Anne Piper
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